Her soft blue eyes, she in her own special way touched our hearts and small piece of the ever moving human race.
When she left us, time stood still. A tear rolled down my cheek as I gazed heavenward from my windowsill.
He took her up and gave her new life.
He our heavenly husband, the body of Christ is his wife.
When I to enter his gates as the wedding bells ring.
I believe you will be by Saint Peter smiling.
We all miss you with a painful ache in our soul.
But as time drags by our hurting hearts become whole.
But its nights like this, with the moon hanging high.
I sit by my windowsill ,and gaze at you Libby in the night sky.
Searching for a sign keeping deep faith.
That you my dear aunt will once again meet me face to face.
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